You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
"How did you know i would come.?" The small dwed looks at the hag, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Well it doesnt matter... I came to you for help, I've been ambushed in my own home. They thought they could capture me but as you know im thougher then I look. They're still after me as we speak. I need to lose them and quick. I can't run from them much longer. They will find me and if I dont get them off me, I'm a danger for everyone around me." He begins to explain, foregoing the cusion in favour of pacing around the tent restlessly.
"I thought, as this is a sort of safe place, that i could maybe stay here at least for the night? I dont need a lot of space." He chuckles lowly, gesturing to his smaller form. An attempt at humor, though he is clearly rather desperate. "I know im asking for a lot but this is the only place I knew I could go without them finding me immediately."
Silence rings through the small tent for some moments, bare the sounds of the nervous fidgeting and restless pacing of the redhead, before the hag speaks.
The dwed pauses, listening to her inquiry, before offering, with a proud expression and puffed out chest "My name? It's Belford, surely you've heard of it? No? Well, this will be the beginning of my legendary journey." He declares "So be sure to remember it!"
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